Not quite the same thing but...
Wal mart, clerk ask me if my grandaughter is helping me shop.
NOPE, she is home with her parents.
Sorry lady, this is my daughter.

:hammer:
Jim
Back in 89 at Christmas time my Mom was losing her battle with cancer. She was determined to win the battle and because she wanted a minute by minute update on her weight she asked only for a good scale to weigh herself. I got one for her at Walmart.
I got to the checkout and my Wife was behind me in line. We are both porkers but that was a long way from my thinking. The cashier was a zombified lipstick smeared red rouged snot wearing fishnet gloves. YOOOOOGLY! Her first remark was..."I shur hope you aren't buying that as a gift for someone...I would be pissed".
I looked at my Wife and her eyes begged me to shut up. Nope, and miss an opportunity to shame the little twerp?
I told the truth: "Yes it is a Christmas present...for my Mom. She is dying of cancer and believes if she can keep her weight up she will live longer. The doctor said her weight would not have a thing to do with that...but believing it would just might. By the way, she used to look just like you."
By the time I got to that point I could see I had said all I needed to. I paid and left her almost in tears.